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Dec 2018
I’m trying, I’m really trying.
Sleepless nights, deadly days
Counting hours, counting days.
They like to watch me rise
To see hope in my eyes
And then slowly crash it, **** it
To watch me fell under the ice
Watch me freeze
And all it's left is empty body
Without dreams and without me.
Written by
Zoe G  19/F
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